Do some good on Good Friday; head over to the Dewey Donation drive, and help kids in Thailand and/or Washington DC find their long-lost books! I gave a whole doorstop’s worth of Sandra Boynton this morning …

Thanks so much to everyone who came out for The Trouble With Bliss and post-movie pints — such fun to meet everyone and talk sports, stripper names, and more. And to that waywardly hilarious soul wailing …

Yesterday, I received a delightful thank-you note in the mail from the White Russian, her partner Drummer, and their toddler for the holiday gifts I got her and the fam. Yes, the winter holidays. Yes, …

Dave Dickerson and I want to know which of Maria’s favorite things is your favorite. We may or may not have a dollar bet on how various favorite things finish in this extremely scientific accounting of …

A roundup of what I’ve written and watched recently…

There are two kinds of women in the world: the kind who are like, “Sam Elliott? He’s a pretty good actor, I liked him in that Cher movie,” and the kind who would knock you …

I hadn’t let myself dwell on it, because what good would it have done except to paralyze me, but a part of me believed I wouldn’t get to California, that I would end up towed …

I dragged my feet. I checked every room twice more than I needed to, in case I’d overlooked a cord, or a watch — I even “checked” outside, where none of these things would have …

It dawned hot, still humid, and I was up by then. I’d slept like shit — no dreams, but waking up every hour, forgetting where I was and why I had come there. I spent …

I woke up just after dawn. I hadn’t slept enough, quite, and I kept doing things like trying to wash my hair with bar soap and almost packing a cup of coffee. Once I actually …